Twenty Seven Years Chapter 153

  Chapter 153 Laying victory

  Adel allowed the prisoner to attack the prison guard?

what's going on? !

   Lecter felt a chill when he heard a group of wounded prison guards tell what happened during the ten minutes he was not there. Adel made it clear that he wanted to help the prisoner side win the game, and when the time came, it would be difficult for him to ride a tiger.

   "Let's go!" Lecter strode out of the infirmary, ignored the doctor's dissuasion, pushed away the prisoners and patients blocking the corridor, and hurried to the square.

  He must stop Adel, and must ensure that the prison guards win, otherwise the game will be lost this time.

  After arriving at the square, Lecter originally wanted to talk to Adel out of anger and try to persuade Adel to give up interfering in the game, but the moment he entered, the prisoners just scored a goal.

  Two to four!

   "Adel!" Lecter called Adel's name in front of everyone after seeing the score.

  Adel, who was watching the game from the sidelines, heard the voice, and calmly looked at the angry Lecter: "What's wrong?"

"Are you crazy?!" Lecter walked over aggressively, raised his head and shouted, "It's fine if you don't help your own people, but let the prisoner beat your own people?! In just a few minutes, the infirmary went to the infirmary five times in a row. Six!"

"Anyone can say this, but you are not qualified." Adel replied coldly, "How many times have you organized prisoner riots before? How many prison guards were injured in order to satisfy your pleasure of suppressing prisoners? How dare you You have the cheek to talk to me in the name of the prison guards being injured?"

   Lecter really didn't have a reason to be confident enough, and his momentum weakened a lot in an instant: "What do you want? Why do you want to help the prisoners?"

   Naturally, Adel couldn't say clearly that he wanted Lecter to lose, and kicked him out of Daymans Prison: “I didn't help anyone, I just hope this is a game, not a game.”

   "Why isn't this a game?!"

   "There is no fairness at all, how can it be considered a competition?" Adel said.

   Lecter was at a loss for words, he stared at Adel and didn't delve into such trivial things as fairness and unfairness: "Since you want to interfere in the game, if the prisoners win, you go and cash them rewards."

   "I'm just a referee. You are the organizer of the competition and the organizer of the rewards. You can solve this problem yourself." How could Adel put the hot potato in his hands.

   "Then what qualifications do you, a referee, have to influence the rules of the game?" Lecter grabbed the horn in Adel's hand, "The rules of the game are restored! Prisoners are not allowed to attack prison guards! Prisoners are not allowed to attack prison guards!"

  Adel quietly waited for Lecter to finish speaking, and reached out for the horn. When Lecter refused to give it, Adel grabbed his wrist and took the horn back when his wrist was in severe pain and let go of the horn: "You can attack the prison guards."

   After saying this sentence slowly, before Lecter came to **** it, Adel returned the trumpet to him.

   "No attack! The prisoner cannot fight back! No one!" Lecter emphasized again.

  The prison guards and prisoners on the court heard that the rules of the game were changing again and again, and they didn't know what to do. The warden and deputy warden were not easy to mess with, and they didn't want to fight now.

  Verak ignored Lecter's exasperated yelling, and kept attacking: "Listen to the warden! Continue!"

  With Veraker taking the lead, the hesitant hearts of the other prisoners gradually stabilized and they recognized the situation clearly. No matter how difficult the two are to be messed with, the warden has more power in comparison, and he is right.

  Seeing that the prisoners ignored his words, Lecter threw the horn on the ground: "Damn, I'm getting impatient!"

   "Are you going to play?" Adel asked, "If you don't, don't make loud noises to affect the game."

   "You don't need to worry about it?!" Lecter endured the pain and entered the stage, pointing at a prison guard who was being chased and beaten by prisoners, "Trash! Get out!"

  The prison guard didn't want to fight to the death with the mad prisoner, so he got Lecter's permission and galloped off.

  Lecter took his baton and went straight to a prisoner who was busy fighting with the prison guard, and threw the stick on the prisoner's head from behind.

   "They all want to die, don't they?!" After killing one, Lecter roared and walked towards the other.

  The other prisoner who was being targeted backed back again and again, not daring to fight Lecter. Attacking the prison guards was already the limit for them. If they accidentally injured the deputy warden, they didn't have the guts of Veraker to have the confidence not to be held accountable.

   "Lecter!" Of course, Veraker couldn't just sit back and watch Lecter destroy the morale of the prisoners, and took the initiative to stand in front of Lecter, "Let's continue."

   "Chris!" Lecter burst into anger when he saw Veraker. If Veraker didn't attach so much importance to the victory of the game, the good entertainment would not have turned into a disaster that threatened his plan, "Why did you do this?!"

   "What is it like?" Verak pretended to be stupid.

   Lecter didn't want to get into a stalemate with Veraker after breaking up with Adel, so he took a deep breath to calm his emotions: "It's just a game, why are you so obsessed with winning?!"

   "Don't you also want to win?" Verak asked back.

   "It's different!" Lecter said, "There is no reward for the prison guards if they win, and there is no punishment for the prisoners! But if the prisoners win, I have to allow them to write letters."

   "Isn't this what was agreed earlier? What's the problem?"

Lecter really wanted to say that he was incapable of fulfilling his promise, but saying so in front of Veraker would only make his low credit value even lower. At that time, Veraker felt that it was unreliable to cooperate with him. He will lose the chance to compete for the position of warden: "...this is not conducive to maintaining the stability of the prison!"

"Then why didn't you tell me that from the very beginning? We clearly agreed that both sides will do their best to win the game. Only in this way can the game be fun and exciting." Verak pretended to be innocent and worried for Lecter, "Now you let What should I do? Everyone can beat me to the top, I told them not to compete, and quickly admit defeat?"

   "Okay!" Lake had no choice but to take what he said seriously even if he felt that Veraker was just asking him.

"Don't tease Lecter, I can't control the progress of the game so far, and don't you think you are too much? I didn't say anything to you when I treated us unfairly before, right? Now if there is a sign of losing, just Ask us to admit defeat?" Virak said.

Lecter scratched his hair and felt very uncomfortable when he heard Veraker say 'we': "What do you call us? You and the group of prisoners are not on the same side, do you understand?! We are the same, I can help you Get out of here, you can help me become the warden! You should do what I say! I don't need you to let them admit defeat, as long as you don't listen to Adel and don't attack the prison guards, other prisoners will definitely not dare to do it again Do it."

   "Aren't I privileged?"

"You have suffered so many injuries, it's time to go to the infirmary for treatment. I'll help you arrange it. You go over now and be the first to receive treatment. How about it?" Lecter watched as the prisoners suppressed the prison guards, and then kicked in again. A ball, as if begging Veraker anxiously, "As long as you get off the court, it's fine!"

  Verak didn't want to confront Lecter openly, but he couldn't really follow what he said and let the prison guards regain the upper hand. He was silent, thinking about how to resolve the deadlock.

   "What are you still doing in a daze?!" Lecter urged.

"I-"

"boom!"

   Just when Veraker wanted to delay the time, Dawn suddenly appeared from behind Lecter, and swung a stick on Lecter's head involuntarily. Lecter was directly thrown out, hit the ground heavily and passed out.

   "You..." Verak was stunned, he didn't expect Dawn to dare to treat Lecter like this.

   "What? Are you talking about something important?" Dawn didn't show any fear on his face after knocking down Lecter with one blow, and asked about the situation leisurely.

   "No..." Verak laughed, Dawn's shot was very timely, "You hit it just right."

  Dawn looked at Lecter who fell on the ground and rolled his eyes: "To be honest, I never thought I would have the opportunity to treat him like this."

"how do you feel?"

   "It's no different from beating a livestock." Dawn didn't feel much.

   "Indeed." Verak agreed with Dawn's words, and he moved his body easily, "Let's go."

"Um."

   "What is the warden doing! Let the prisoners beat us?!"

   "Look, the deputy warden has been knocked down!"

   "Damn it! A prisoner dares to attack the deputy warden?!"

  Although the prison guards watching the battle on the sentry post have always been dissatisfied with Lecter, they still tend to side with Lecter in the face of Adel's illogical actions today.

  Adel on the sidelines put his hands in his pockets and said nothing.

   "Poof!"

   The prisoners kick the ball into the hoop.

  Three to four!

  The score was recovered bit by bit!

   "The warden." Two prison guards who were carrying a stretcher to transport the fainted Lecter stopped when they passed by Adel.

   "How is he hurt?" Adel asked casually.

"I don't know, we are about to send the deputy warden to the infirmary." A prison guard replied, and then couldn't help asking, "Prisoner, why do you help the prisoners? They beat the deputy warden like this. "

  Adel glanced at the prison guard, who immediately shut his mouth: "You can be beaten like this by a group of prisoners, and you still have the nerve to complain to me?"

"That was not what I meant…"

   "Hurry up and take Lecter to the infirmary. When he wakes up, let him rest in peace on the hospital bed. If you put him back, you will be responsible for what happened to him," Adel said.

   "Yes!" The prison guard hurriedly carried Lecter away from the square.

  The battle for the position of the warden has developed to this point, and there is no need for Adel to be patient. Even if Lecter vents all his anger on him after the game, he doesn't care.

  Because all Lecter's struggles will be meaningless as long as the prisoners win the game.

  At the end of the first half of the game, Verac and Dawn led the prisoners to score another goal, tying the score to 4-4.

  During the 15-minute intermission, the other prisoners rested on the sidelines, waiting to recover their strength and then opened the score in the second half to establish the victory. Verak walked to Adel and asked him to go back to the cell.

   "Why do you want to go back?" Adel asked the reason.

   "Now there are only more than 50 of us who can continue to compete here. I am afraid that there will be insufficient manpower, so I will send another batch when I go back." Verac said.

  In fact, this is only one of the reasons. He still wants to go back and tell Keating about the conversation with Adel. He faintly felt that something was wrong. Adel should have some other purpose for agreeing to cooperate so readily.

  But he was busy with the game, so he couldn't think about the clues.

   "I'll accompany you there." Adel was worried about Verak.

  He will not be like Lecter, who insists on finding trouble to show his flaws when he has all the advantages. The game is about whether he can stay here in the end, and he doesn't want any troubles on Verak's side.

   "Okay." In order to avoid being suspected, Verak agreed very simply.

  The two returned to the basement floor together.

   Except for the 200 substitute players who were taken away early in the morning, the other prisoners are still locked up here.

  Although a day's work was saved because of the game, they still had to relax and worried about the situation on the field.

After Verak and Adel went down to the basement floor, they were immediately noticed by the prisoners locked in each cell. They rushed to the door one after another, and because of the fear of Adel, who was not angry and pretentious, he did not dare to ask about the situation. .

"The first half is over!" Verak felt the urgent gaze of countless people. He walked in the corridor and loudly shared the situation outside, "The warden has allowed us to fight back against the prison guards on the field for the sake of fairness, so now The score was four to four, and we have great hopes of winning!"

  The cell was commotion.

   No one thought that they could draw with the prison guards in the first half, let alone that the warden Adel would provide them with convenience.

it's out of the question.

   But from the mouth of this man, Verak, there is a turning point for even the impossible.

"Now, I need to send another 100 to 150 people to follow me as substitutes for the second half of the game!" Verak went to the door of the 208 cell and stopped. Although Keating couldn't move, he came to the door. He looked at him before, but he knew that Keating would be happy for him after hearing these words, "I was picked out by Dawn yesterday, and the first batch of those who didn't pass today, stretched out my hands to the cell! I'll take you away!"

   As soon as the voice fell, several pairs of arms were stretched out in each cell.

   "Ross! Don't join in the fun!" Seeing Ross in the cell next door stretching out his hand, Verak stepped forward and pushed his hand back, "I only want the ones I picked yesterday! Don't reach out for the others!"

   The outstretched hands are much less.

  Verak passed Cell 208 first, and looked inside from the door. Inside, Keating was sitting on the bed with bright eyes, just looking at him.

   Neither of them said anything.

  Verak nodded with a smile, strode past one cell after another, and clapped hands with those outstretched hands: "You, you, and you..."

  The prison guard followed Veraker and led the prisoners he selected out of the cell one by one.

   Soon, Veraker picked out more than a hundred people, and when he felt that they were almost the same, he said to Adel, "It's almost there."

   "Then let's go." Adel walked in the forefront.

  Verak watched being brought out, and the prison guard ordered the prisoners in the following line: "Let's go!"

  (end of this chapter)

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